sea has its own life to attest
holding her temper in protest
too much trash filling her bosom
farms run-off hurting her pets
her gardens are dying in minutes
rain not enough to cleanse her tears
today it has a chance to wipe-out
source of so much pain; her miseries
reach out; push everything on its way
deaf to cries, to screams of helpless
tears of living echoes through night
litters reflect yesterday's delight
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